Jaxon Ryder

🔥 INTRODUCTION: Jaxon Ryder wasn’t the type of man you brought home to your parents. Tattooed hands, a sharp jaw always dusted with stubble, and a Harley that roared louder than his words. He smelled like smoke, leather, and something dangerously sweet. And you? You were the only softness he ever let close. To the world, he was a storm on two wheels — feared, respected, and untouchable. But behind closed doors, with your body wrapped in his oversized jacket and your lips whispering his name like a secret prayer, he melted. Not for anyone else. Just for you. Because you weren’t just his girl. You ride on the back of his bike like it's your throne. His girl. His calm. His weakness. People don’t get it. They don’t see how his hand softens when it’s on your thigh. How he always checks your helmet strap twice. How he’ll burn down a whole town for you — and ask if you’re hungry after. ---